No small talk, they fight!

Laura

I have always loved fighting in front of men ; there was something bestial and sexy about it that made me feel more like a woman than anything else. Pressing my brown, full breasts against hers...ripping her fucking hair out with my hands...biting...all of it really made me feel like the queen of the world.

I went shopping for my fight outfit the day before. It would have to be business attire of course, but something that would make the boss’s cock throb. I took a few outfits and went to the changing room. There was a woman there, handing out numbered tags. When I approached with my three items, she paused and looked me over. She wanted to fuck me. I could see it in her eyes. Her lower lip disappeared beneath her teeth and she crossed her legs in front of her.

She was a redhead, with large, confined tits and an ass that wouldn’t quit. She handed me the ticket and I let my fingers caress hers.

“I might need a little help…” I said.

“I’ll be right out here,” she said.

I went into the dressing room, content with her thinking we were going to fuck. In reality, I was itching for a little practice before my match tomorrow. I tried on all three outfits and decided to go with the red pencil skirt and the puffy white blouse. It would go very well with my red heels and my pearl necklace.

I removed the outfit, put it on a hanger, and then pulled my skimpy tee shirt on over my breasts. Wearing only a thong and that shirt, I called for the attendant.

She came to my stall and knocked.

I opened the door a crack, not saying anything.

“You called, lovely.”

“Yeah...I did.” I said. Then I flung the door open and she fell in on me. She went in to kiss me and that was when I reached up, grabbed her hair, and slapped her.

“Augh...you fucking bitch!” she screamed. She put a hand on my throat and I wrapped a leg around her own. I slammed her into the stall and began to call for help. She reached up and tore at my thigh. I stomped down on her foot and then ripped at her store shirt, exposing the top of her pale, freckled breast.

She put up a good struggle, but in the end, before the managers arrived, I had her pinned beneath me, her large tits out and bleeding, my lip busted. They dragged her away, kicking and screaming. They also apologized to me, telling me to keep the red outfit to replace my torn shirt. I left the store, dressed and ready to kill.

The blonde bitch was going down.

Kolin

I sat in bed, a bottle of vodka in one hand, my vibrator in the other. It had been a long week, but I had finally been able to use my toys again after what that brown bitch had done to me. I made up for a lot of lost time, playing the fight over in my head as I came over and over again.

I could picture forcing that little bitch’s tongue deep into my cunt and that was the thing to drive me over into a multiple orgasam. Laying on my silk sheets, vodka in my veins, violent blood in my heart, I knew the fight tomorrow would be exactly what the boss needed to see to keep me on top. I had worked too hard to let some little Brazilian bitch ruin everything I had.

My heavy, pale breasts sat on either side on my chest, the claw marks from the bitch barely visible. I grabbed hold of my right and squeezed it, eager to begin another session. My nipple grew hard beneath my hand and I felt the fire rekindle in my loins.

I thought about how I would dominate the women in the office...make them my slaves while I pulled the Boss’s strings. After the first fight with Laura, he hadn’t even asked for a blowjob. He waited, wanted to fuck the best.

When I walked into the office the day of the fight, I was wearing a lovely red pencil skirt I had picked up for the occasion and a white blouse that showed off my impressive cleavage. The boss liked it quite a lot. When I sat by him, ready to take his cock in my hand, he told me he wanted to save his load for the big event tonight.

“Ready to watch me kick her ass?” I asked him.

“I’m ready for a good show,” he said, putting a hand on my thigh and squeezing.

I felt anger build up in my gut. The son of a bitch was remaining impartial...I could kill him for that. The fucking brown whore had made nearly stolen him from me! He still thought about her for fuck sake.

I grabbed his hand and tossed it from my thigh.

“Mad?” he asked.

“No,” I said with a smile. “Just want to stay focused for the main event.” I flashed him my sharp, pearly whites and left his office.

The day passed slow and my pantyhose was nearly soaked through at the thought of tearing the bitch apart. When it was closing time, I was surprised I hadn’t gotten myself off.

Butterflies filled my stomach, my fingers began to itch, and I went to the bosses office to wait for Laura.

Laura

When I went through the door, the first thing I noticed was that Kolin and I were wearin the exact same thing. She noticed it too and the look of fury on her face was the most beautiful thing I had seen all day. The boss seemed to notice this as well.

“Did you two coordinate for me?” He laughed.

Kolin and I didn’t.

We stared at each other from across the room, hands on our hips, eyes locked.

“Well…” Boss said. “I think it’s customary for two women to size each other up a bit first...maybe get a little closer and um…”

He didn’t finish. He let us finish the statement for him with our actions. She and I met in the middle of the office. I took in my surroundings, getting a lay of the land for the fight.

There was a small two seater sofa and a coffee table on one side. Two arm chairs on the other with a small end table by each. A sideboard in the corner with vessels filled with brandyand scotch.

“Don’t get comfortable in her, bitch.” Kolin hissed. “You aren’t going to be in here long enough to enjoy it.”

“I bet you’ve fucked on every piece of furniture in here,” I said. “I plan to get him a whole new set when I have your job.”

Kolin smiled at that.

“There is no fucking way a little brown bitch like you can make it in my world,” She crossed her arms under her large, creamy breasts. It was an intimidation technique that had never worked on me. I mirrored her, showing her why it didn’t bother me.

“I managed to do your job and more before you came back... including fucking him.” I jerked my head toward the boss. He had already pulled his pants off, his cock in one hand and a whiskey in the other. I smiled at him. He smiled back sheepishly an raised his glass to me.

“Only because you are a fucking whore.” Kolin said, clearly agitated. She stepped

forward, hands on her hips again. I met her, letting out breasts begin the pre fight ritual.

“You think he wants a blonde bimbo like you when he can have a mamacita like me?”

“You’re a fucking spick,” Kolin said. I felt the anger burn behind my ears. “You might

do everything I do, but you are cheaper and lower quality.”

“At least I’m not a potato juice swigging, gaping hole like you.” I said back. She flushed red as well and we pushed into each other harder...so hard and close that our noses nearlytouched.

“Fuck you…” she hissed.

“Fuck you…” I hissed back.

Then we went at it.

Kolin’s hands shot up for my hair at the same time went for hers. She pulled the hair at my temples out while I wrapped my hands around hers and jerked her head back. We both screamed in agony, but I was able to pull her where I wanted us to go. I steered us toward the sofa and we both fell down onto it, me straddling her as she was stuck in a sitting position. I released my hold on her hair , pulled back a fist, and let it fly into her face. It connected hard with her cheek and suddenly her grip on my hair loosened.

But it was a very short reprieve.

Her claws went down to the tops of my breasts and began to old familiar work. I hissed a curse, spat in her face, and then went for the tops of her tits.

“You ugly, saggy titted cow.” She screamed, tearing at my blouse. One of her hands shot up to my face and those terrible nails of hers clawed across my face. I snapped at her fingers with my teeth and she yelped as I caught her fingertips. I began to wail on her again with my free fist as I rippled one of her breasts free from her shirt.

Then, she drove a fist of her own into my side. I doubled over, allowing her just enough relief to thrust forward, sending her from the couch and both of us crashing into the cheap coffee table.

She was on top of me now, her claws tearing into my top, raking my breasts as I pulled her blonde hair. Her large udder was hanging right in my face and I sank my teeth into it. She screamed, punched me again--this time in the head-- and I saw stars.

Kolin

The feral bitch sank her teeth into my tit. I couldn’t see straight for the pain. I managed to get a lucky punch across the side of her head. Her teeth released my nipple and I lurched backward to make sure she hadn’t bitten it off. She hadn’t. But it was bleeding.

“You stupid little cunt!” I shouted. I grabbed one of the broken table legs and lunged at her, ready to to beat her brains out with it. But she was too fast. She grabbed a glass ashtray and hurled it at me. It caught me in the elbow and I screamed at the cold, bright pain. The piece of wood fell out of my grasp. I watched her get to her feet, blood trickling down the side of her

mouth. Her breasts hung free like two dark brown melons. I howled and rushed at her, grabbing the fleshy sacks and sending us crashing into one of the two arm chairs.

We spilled over it and into the floor. I pressed the cunt’s tits up to her chin and she decided to go a little lower. Her nails tore at my pantyhose and suddenly I felt nails on my thighs and pussy lips. I cried out in agony, tightening my grip on her tits and slamming them into her face

“You’ll be useless to a man, whore!” Laura screamed. And the way her fucking nails were ripping into me, I thought she might be right. I pressed her left tit to the carpeted floor and drove my elbow into it, ripping a scream from her fucking throat.

“I’ll fucking kill you, bitch!” I howled.

“FUCK YOU!” Laura cried out. She dragged one of her terrible claws from my pussy, up my stomach, across my neck and into my face. She dug in around my left eye. I could feel her fucking nails try desperately to rip at my eye. I twisted my head and bit hard into her wrist. She screamed, released my eye and drove a knee into my gut. I thought I would be sick. My body was on fire and I felt a tiny stream of blood trickle over my left eye. I staggered to one side of the room, she to the other side. I cast a glance at the boss. He was sitting in his chair, his feet up on his desk and his throbbing cock in his hand. He had been stroking it through out our fight and had eased up as we seperated. He looked at me and

smiled.

“Still hard to tell…” he said. “This could be anyone’s job…”

I looked back at Laura.

We were both topless now, our large heavy breasts marked badly. My pussy was on fire...her nails had obviously done some damage.

“Fucking Puta…” Laura spat. She reached behind her, grabbed a decanter of whiskey, and threw it at my head. I ducked just in time, hearing it smash against the wall behind me and I treated it like a starting pistol. I charged for her and she reddied herself. I brought my hands up and prepared to rip her face to shreds.

Laura

“Bitch!” Kolin screamed as her nails flashed to my face. I grabbed her large, hanging breasts and jerked them to either side of her body as she slammed me into the sideboard. The bottles clinked and rattled and I felt her nails, like icy shards of glass, tear into my face. I sank my nails into her tender breasts and jerked down as hard as I could.

Kolin cried out in agony, released my face, and began to root around with one hand behind me. She grabbed hold of something and I heard a smash of glass.

“Fucking cunt !’ I screamed just a second too late. A sharp pain in my left ass cheek as she drove a piece of glass into my right ass cheek. I released her tits and sent a bitch slap across her face, knocking her into the other wall. I reached back and pulled the stem of a martini glass out of my ass cheek.

“You ugly fuck!” I screamed. I wrapped my hands around her throat and began to throttle her, slamming her head into the wall. In return, she grabbed at my crotch and began to give me the same treatment I had given to her. Her vicious eyes flashed in delight at my pain as she began to probe my exposed cunt with her fingers.

“Fucking like that?” she hissed as she drove her thumb nail into my clit.

I tightened my hands around her neck and watched as her eyes bulged and her face turned purple.

“Fucking give…” I hissed.

She shook her head violently and I slammed her head into the wall again.

I was sure I had her...so fucking sure.

And then she began to fuck me with her fingernails.

I screamed in agony as her sharp knives turned my pussy into mince meat. I removed one hand from her neck and grabbed her wrist to stop her.

It was all a coin flip starting here.